22
HOLLIN
It had been years since I’d gone on a proper date. The kind that my dad had prepared me for as a kid. Not that I’d been a complete asshole, but flowers certainly hadn’t been in my repertoire.
So, when I knocked on the door to Piper’s place, holding a bouquet of tulips, I was definitely not prepared for Blaire and Jennifer to be standing there expectantly with wide, excited eyes.
“Oh my God, flowers,” Jennifer said.
“Those are beautiful,” Blaire said. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Me neither,” I admitted with a self-deprecating laugh. “Is…Piper here, or am I just seeing you two?”
“She’s still getting ready,” Jennifer said, opening the door wide so I could come inside.
Blaire took the flowers into the kitchen, where she arranged them in a vase.
“That doesn’t sound li
